Leo Tolstoy,
More Tales from Tolstoi — The Captive in the Caucasus
“ He spat on one side and bullied his comrade. "Then I'll go on alone," said he— "good-bye! " Then Kostuilin leaped to his feet and went on. They now went on for four miles. The mist in the forest grew still thicker; they could see nothing in front of them, and the stars were barely visible. At last they heard something like the trampling of a horse in front of them. They could hear the hoofs clattering against the stones, Zhilin lay down on his stomach and began to listen with his ear to the ground. "Yes," said he, "it is as I thought. A horseman is coming towards us." ”
